» Fuck. Here you are, laying in a completely different person’s bed instead of yours.. however, it seems oddly familiar. The sun in blocked off due to the curtains, but it’s early in the morning. You’re being cradled in some familiar arms right now.

Him. Your ex. You must’ve been drunk and he took advantage. Fuck. He’s laying on his back with his phone above his face. You’re wrapped around his other arm, side-cuddling him. You’re awake, but he doesn’t notice.